Saturday, September 27, 2014

FW 1.5c --Finnegan as builder and husband--

1.5a:
Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's maurer, lived in the broadest way...1.5b:
(one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates...1.5c:
and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edifices in Toper's Thorp...1.5d:
Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls...1.5e:
until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple...1.5f:
erigenating from next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchi­tecti­tipti­toploftical...

FDV: "and during mighty odd years this man of Hod made buildung upon buildung on the banks of the livers by the Soandso. He addle iddle wife and he hugged the liddle crathur wither tear tuck up your pardner." →
"and during mighty odd years this man of Hod Cement & [...]piled buildung super buildung
pon the banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle iddle wyfie Annie
hugged the liddle crathur Wither tare in hareshayre in honds tuck up your part-in-her."

and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edifices in Toper's Thorp

song Finnegan's Wake 1: 'Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, A gentleman Irish mighty odd, He had a tongue both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way With the love of the liquor he was born, An' to help him on with his work each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn.' (originally, Poole: song Tim Finigan's Wake: 'Tim Finigan lived in Walker Street A gentleman Irishman — mighty odd — He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet, And to rise in the world he carried the hod. But, you see, he'd a sort of a tippling way — With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born, And to help him through his work each day, He'd a drop of the craythur' every morn.')